TREHERNE. I mean that same question has been put to me today
already.
ERNEST (eagerly). By one of the women?
TREHERNE. Oh no; they all put it to me long ago. This was by the
Gov. himself.
ERNEST. By Jove! (Admiringly.) I say, John, what an observant beggar
he is.
TREHERNE. Ah! You fancy he was thinking of you?
ERNEST. I do not hesitate to affirm, John, that he has seen the
love-light in my eyes. You answered--
TREHERNE. I said Yes, I thought it would be my duty to officiate if
called upon.
ERNEST. You're a brick.
TREHERNE (still pondering). But I wonder whether he was thinking of
you?
ERNEST. Make your mind easy about that.
TREHERNE. Well, my best wishes. Agatha is a very fine girl.
ERNEST. Agatha? What made you think it was Agatha?
TREHERNE. Man alive, you told me all about it soon after we were
wrecked.
ERNEST. Pooh! Agatha's all very well in her way, John, but I'm
flying at bigger game.
TREHERNE. Ernest, which is it?
ERNEST. Tweeny, of course.
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